Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1887-01-26

"No; at the far end OF the table,"
"There," Sophia said twice over, putting q
kiss between the two words-@there, forgive
you the champagne"
She forgave him; but the hot fellow would
not so easily forgive the slanderous folk who
had made free with his name. And if were
to tell how he searched the SANDER out, and
faced Mrs Hands, and faced John Done, to
| whom she referred him, and how John Done
turned very pale, and declared that Mrs.
Hands had taken up in earnest what he had
said in jes., and how to exculpate himself
John Done made all his family quarrel for
ever with Mrs Hands, and how Mrs. Hands
by the transaction lost fifty dinners and about
one hundred lunches annually for the re-
mainder of her life-all this, if were to tell,
would fill more pages than can compute in
a moment and time and space press, and
must and shall soon make an end. So we go
back to Sophia and her Percival 7~c--v--
/ He will not consent to marry her as a poor
man. He will 60 back to Australia and
make his fortune. Note, reader, how she
manages him.
"Oh. very well, cries she, tossing her head
angrily.. aOf course can't say 'Wtu yo,t
MARRY ,ne:n three times running You must
do as you please"
She walks from him to the window, and
looks out, quite in a pet
"You know what mean" explains he. He
has followed her. "You know quite well
what mean"
"Wel, if do. then you need say no more
about it."
And she turns her back on him
II only say can't marry you as a poor
man"
9very we'll; don't marry me, then"
"But I don't want you to speak in that
way"
3And don't want you to speak at all"
aSophia, YOU need not be 50 illnatured.
She turns on him, making ready to tell fib
the second, which this time was sizable one,
without any mistake.
20, know what it is; you have some other
woman out in Australia whom you want to
marry, and this is all pretense"
aWant to marry some other woman out in
Australia" Percival cried, aghast at the
thought. "Another woman! Why, Sophia,
look herew
He sinks at her feet, and then he presses her
handkerchief to his ips-not her hand-hum-
bly, signifying that anything about her is
dear to him. And she, though not ill-pleased
to see how artistically she has brought him
to her feet, bites her lip, tosses her head,
looks angry still. Then releasing her hand
kerchief from his grasp, and putting it to her
eyes
II know this" she says @If you really To-
followed me, you would not let this miserable
mo-mo-money standin QUE wayn.
And quite overcome with grief, she plunges
into her pocket handkerchief, and is lost to
his view.
He will have her out; she will not come.
He will dry her eyes; she does not want to
have them dried. He will make her stop
crying; she cries all the more. At last he
sinks at her feet.
aListen, sophy; will do anything you
please will make no trouble about any.
thing will marry or not, just as you like,
if you only will stop crying. can't bear to
see you cry; can't, indeed"
70, you dear old stupid!" she cries, unveil-
ing herself at the moment; and there she is,
rosy, blushing, laughing, triumphant. She
has carried her point and made fool Of him,
and she tosses her handkerchief in his face,
and flies from the room, killing him with 9
retreating eye as he tries to catch her in vain.
Ny wish is that every reader OF this tale
should, at all convenient places, have the
moral lessons Of the passage pointed out.
! Here wi just remark, that if any read er
| is very much in love with woman and she
wants him to do anything which he does not
want to do, he may as we'll do i. ct once and
save time.
| One other fragment of their courtship OF
later date, let me give, just to show how
| Sprhio hor urp,p1 hin, Sba Is
at the r;ono, and has en- singing "[n Questa
Tomha" to him. They are alone in the little
drawing room, and Perc.val says:
II am so fond of that melancholy music"
melancholy music! Will you have some
more!'
"Please"
Ripple and dash. her hands fly across the
keys Ripple and dash. the notes glance off
her finger tips in kind of audible spray.
Then, with one look behind her at him. and a
face full of fun, she starts off;
Laugh: if your heart beat light. dear 10y
Alone and merry are we;
For Love is the game, and an, the toy;
So laugh, if you like. at-me'
Sing! if your heart beat light, dear boy
Like lark DER sunlit lea:
Let the first trill be Passion. the next be JOY,
| And the end of the music-me!
Dance! if your heart beat light, dear boy;
There's nobody here to see. ~-
You can he saucy-and l can be coy!
Dance, with your arms about-me!'
Just for one hour of needless JOY
This shall our pastime be
Laughter and singing and dancing, dear boy;
And only yourself and-me!"
She ceased, and turned up thorough fiirt-
ing face, sparkling like brook when the
sunshine glances on it through moving
leaves o. she was ready for bit Of frolic
just then. olr grave Sophia. with her seri-
business and her natural piety. and all the
rest Grave Young women frolic at times,
my uninstruc,e'l reader and I would have
you know it.
But Percval. moe prosaic than SLEEPER
haps more in love just then-looked at fM.
and his eyes grew moist with tenderness
delight as he gazed.
n don't laugh much, Sophy. dance bad j.
I can't sing at ALL"
can old. Grabbed. awkward thing" fsh
replied His face is crosspatch. His step 5
halt His notes were learned in rookefy.'
No, do what she will, she cannot mako him
laugh. He is too much in love, and his gaze
makes her more serious. too The twinkling
lights in her face pass off. She begins to give
him beam for beam, full of earnest affec-
ton. All the brook is running deeper now,
and the lights fall on it steadily.
"But the awkward boy loves little Sophia
more than all the world beside"
Does he, truly!"
"More than all the world beside How old
the words arei How new and fresh each
| lover can make them!
"And will he 90 on loving-forever and
forever and forever!'
Forever and forever and forever
Then" Sophia cried, spreading out her
arms. why are you standing over there.
stupid thing. Don't keep Inc waiting any
longer Come and kiss me-"
CHAPTER VIII.
LADY RIVALS. WITH THE FOoTLIGHTS BE-
TWEEN THEM.
| Percival cot his own way, after all, in the